When Silence Speaks Lies

Truth once stood in golden light,
Pure and whole, a beacon bright,
But hands of fear, or pride, or pain,
Hid her face in shadow’s frame.

She wept, unseen, behind the veil,
As silence spread like whispered gale;
For truth unspoken starts to rot—
Its silence wounds, its justice not.

The lie, once meek and cast aside,
Dressed itself in robes of pride,
Spoke loud, stood tall, and took the stage—
The fraud became the wisdom-sage.

It danced on screens, in books, in halls,
Echoed loud through polished walls.
By power’s tongue and public nod,
It stole the place where truth once trod.

And so the world, in blinded trust,
Knelt down to idols made of dust.
Not knowing what was real or right,
They kissed the dark, mistaking light.

But truth is patient, fierce, and wise—
She waits for brave and seeing eyes.
Not all who seek will pass her test,
But those who do, will know the rest:

That truth must speak, must not retreat,
Must walk, though thorns may pierce her feet.
For hidden truth is truth denied,
And in that hush, a lie can thrive.

So guard the light, defend the flame,
Call things by their rightful name.
For only when the truth is known,
Can justice rise and peace be sown.